Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

It is not a problem for any time traveler from the future to show off in front of the ancients.

If you ask me how to cook, I will not only tell you, but also explain it in simple terms and thoroughly, so that you will never ask the same question in your life.

From the perspective of a straight man, this is understandable, right?

But it is obvious that in Li Lizhi's eyes, she doesn't think about so many questions at all, there is only one simple and crude truth: you are handsome, so what you say is reasonable.

In the eyes of women, as long as you are handsome, even if you talk about quantum mechanics and how to build a spaceship, she will applaud even if she doesn't understand a word.

Superficial view? You are handsome, that is the golden rule!

On the way back, Li Lizhi walked on Zhuque Street with her hands behind her back, her mind full of Liu Xuan's words.

And Liu Xuan's face that makes people intoxicated in the sun.

Thinking of her father asking her about marriage a few days ago, Li Lizhi suddenly felt that who said that she must listen to her father and mother?

There were quite a few people who came into the Tang Dynasty Restaurant today. When they asked about the price, they all left in disgrace.

In the eyes of others, it was just a meal. There was gold and silver in it.

But only Liu Xuan knew that all the famous chefs in later generations were known for their meals.

As the saying goes, you don't make money from the rich, but you make money from the poor? If you want to make money, you have to make money from the rich. If you make money from the poor, you are nothing.

Liu Xuan was not in a hurry because the business was not here yet.

Now that he had some money in his hands, he had to improve his living conditions.

Looking up at the falling leaves above his head and feeling the slight coolness in the wind, Liu Xuan felt that it was time to prepare for the winter.

Let's build a stove first.

There were still many abandoned iron pots in the backyard, which were discarded after being used in the restaurant in the past.

Now that he had the kitchenware gift package rewarded by the system, Liu Xuan no longer needed these things, and it was just right to use them to build a decent stove.

The weather is getting colder and colder. It rained last night. It's colder with each autumn rain. The weather in Chang'an is as changeable as the girls' minds in autumn.

It's cloudless in the morning, and the autumn air is refreshing, which pricks your wild and unruly heart.

At night, a cold rain falls, letting you know that it's not that simple.

After picking and choosing, Liu Xuan found that there was too little iron in ancient times. Two broken pots were the only ironware.

Carrying the iron pot, Liu Xuan hummed a little tune and rushed towards the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith shop is at the corner of the West Market. After talking to the blacksmith for a long time, the blacksmith didn't seem to understand what Liu Xuan meant. Liu Xuan smiled and pointed to the stone mill over there: Just wrap this up.

...

Chang'an City, Cheng Mansion.

Cheng Yaojin opened his eyes and glared at the King Kong.

The mountain axe in his hand flashed cold light.

On the table in front of him, there was a whole pig with a big hole on its neck, which obviously had been bled.

Cheng Yaojin was wearing a big horse and a golden sword, and he was wearing a coarse linen shirt. If he went out like this, no one would have thought that he was a nobleman of the Tang Dynasty.

The cook of Cheng Mansion stood aside, looking embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, the axe in the hands of the Duke was not a vegetarian.

Cheng Yaojin suddenly grinned: "Why are you so serious?"

"I just want to try how to make the pork delicious."

The nobles of the Tang Dynasty, when they eat delicious food, either ask their servants to buy more and enjoy it when they have nothing to do, or let the cooks at home learn this special skill, which can be passed down as a good story.

But Cheng Yaojin is different. As the best axe player in the Tang Dynasty, he has his own pride.

That meal of pork made him nauseous for the rest of his life. Now, he decided to challenge his weakness.

Bang bang bang!

The axe was sharp and murderous, and the pig in front of him was quickly cut into eight pieces.

This scene stunned the cook in Cheng Yaojin's house, and also Cheng Chumo who was hiding nearby.

The cook was itching to see that every time Cheng Yaojin chopped down with his axe, he didn't hit the right spot. Others are good at butchering cattle, and you, the Duke, are so strong that you only chop the hardest part of the mouth...

The whole Cheng's house was crackling.

"Cheng Chumo, I know you are watching."

"Come here and put these chopped meats into the big pot."

Cheng Chumo came out from the corner of the wall, wiped his hands, and walked over with a joking face: "Dad, didn't you say that you can never eat pork in this life?"

Cheng Yaojin raised his eyebrows: "Yes, you still remember what I said, but now, I have changed my mind."

"Today I will make a delicious meal for you to enjoy..."

Cheng Chumo subconsciously wanted to retreat. This instinct was just like the past years, every time Cheng Yaojin said he would reward something, Cheng Chumo would only get a meal of thorns in the end.

"Dad, pork is fishy and smelly, not delicious."

"Hey, who said that, I saw someone cook pork so well, there must be some way!"

Faced with Cheng Yaojin's toughness, Cheng Chumo chose to give in and ran to work quickly.

Cheng Yaojin stroked his beard, very satisfied: "If I hadn't taken the wrong path, I would have been a good cook in the surrounding area..."

"Pork is nothing to worry about. As long as I learn a little, I can make a masterpiece!"

An hour later, in the backyard of Cheng's house, Cheng Yaojin pinched his nose and widened his eyes.

"No, there must be something wrong..."

Another hour passed, Cheng Yaojin's face was covered with grease: "Impossible, I have collected various folk magic methods, all of which say that pork can be turned into delicious food. Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Another hour later, Cheng Yaojin sat on a stone bench, panting like a cow, Cheng Chumo hid aside, with a cloth strip stuffed in his nostrils, and kept stirring the pot with a huge stick in his hand.

"Dad, can you do it..."

"Damn it, what did I teach you, how can a man say he can't... Keep stirring..."

Cheng Yaojin's mansion is not small, next door is Yuchi Gong's house, and on the other side is Niu Jinda's mansion.

Among the military generals in Chang'an, the three of them are of the same blood, and even their residences are close to each other.

Niu Jinda was on duty last night, and slept soundly today. In his dream, he felt that he fell into a cesspool, and the stench was overwhelming. He struggled suddenly and sat up from the bed.

The air was filled with an unbearable smell.

Niu Jinda's eyes were about to burst, and he picked up the horse lance hanging on the wall and went out...

Yuchi Gong was drunk last night. It is said that after he got drunk, His Majesty and Cheng Yaojin poured wine into his mouth, saying that the first time is raw, the second time is familiar.

Just woke up, the head was dizzy, and Yuchi Gong just felt comfortable all over.

Suddenly, he smelled a smell and frowned immediately: "Who the hell is stewing that thing?"